H.G Carrillo, who claimed to be an exile from Havana, was actually Herman Carroll from Detroit.
From the Washington Post:
And this weekend, in his grief, he suddenly learned that his husband (true name Herman Glenn Carroll, it turns out) was not the childhood Cuban immigrant he claimed to be — that Hache’s personal origin story, which he shared publicly and with those close to him throughout his adult life, was an extension of his fiction, a product of imagination.
“It was a story he told me,” vanEngelsdorp said Saturday. He sighed and said: “I mean, he was a storyteller.” Even before Saturday, though, he had sensed that something undefinable about Carrillo remained a mystery to him. Last week, in the splendid disorder of the garden, vanEngelsdorp said: “Now that I’m looking at it with the eyes of someone who has to take it over, it really is an artistic expression. . . . Somehow, it exemplifies him. At first, you’re confused by it. Then you look at it, you watch it, and you get to know it — I mean, Hache was always a hard guy to know — and when you take it all in, it’s beautiful chaos.”
After this profile of Carrillo, who was chairman of the literary PEN/Faulkner Foundation, first appeared Friday on The Washington Post’s website, his sister and a niece contacted the newspaper and vanEngelsdorp to correct the record.
The story initially said that Carrillo was 7 when his father, a physician; his mother, an educator; and their four children fled Fidel Castro’s island in 1967, arriving in Michigan by way of Spain and Florida. It said he was something of a prodigy as a classical pianist when he was growing up, and, by his late teens, was performing at venues in the United States and abroad, before he lost interest and stopped abruptly.